upset

 the day was going alright, actually, until an argument before mr smear's jiujitsu class got ugly. i still feel shitty. it's tough to be respectful when you don't feel respected. and that can easily become a vicious cycle of self-prophecy. today... did not go well.

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every day i think i'm getting better, then the next morning i wake up still a coughing, spluttering mess. this morning my cough was so bad i ended up dry-heaving. i don't get it.

the rest of the day was alright. it started with me verifying and pushing fixes to a problem a couple of us have been working on for a few days, followed by a positive chat with a company recruiter. the rest of the day was a bit topsy-turvy, as i managed to make progress on the highest priority task only to be distracted by the second highest, and i can't remember what the justification was (only that there was one. or two, but at least one). at least i managed to get that done, though, so it wasn't a bad day from a progress point of view.

i accompanied gd and mr smear to his jiujitsu class, and worked from there. it was hot. i was wearing a very heavy t-shirt. did i mention it was hot? it was hot.

we then went straight through to his therapist, doing a quick walk and shop in the shuk, dropping mr smear off, and then going around for a mostly-pleasant but not-always-pleasant walk around the area.

at least we know where to print t-shirts now. finally.

*stops typing while being harassed by a tiny flying insect*

we bussed home, showered, and mr smear got a rainbow burger while we *kills bug* split a toasted sandwich. then it was bedtime followed by me trying and failing to be productive.

what was a bit disconcerting was discovering - in the evening - that the toughest part of the stuff i figured out yesterday was unnecessary. weird. at least modifying the article i'd written wasn't a huge deal.

now i've levelled up another character in steamworld heist, posted this, and i may go to bed soon. i'm not confident about the sleeping and the coughing. we'll see.